Chasing You (Terrell Clarricoates Fan Fiction)

Chapter 11

I jolt awake with a small scream. I sit up with sweat dripping off my burning skin. Even in my tang-top and shorts, I can't seem to cool down anymore. Another nightmare of Daniel's dead body.

It's been three full days and now four nights after Terrell killed Daniel. I haven't heard from anyone. I've had a few knocks on my front door from time to time but I refuse to even open the curtains. My cell phone is turned off. I won't even turn the TV or radio on in fear of seeing or hearing the news of Daniel's death.

I sit up and it's 4:00am. It's a little early to start the day but then again with all the curtains closed, day and night seem to melt together. For a split second I wonder if today's the day that I go outside, but then reality strikes and I climb back in bed. Today's not the day.

Terrell's P.O.V

I fucked up. I let my anger get the best of me. I didn't understand the big deal of what I did but I have to keep reminding myself that she's not used to this like I am. She's innocent. She's pure.

I went to her house a couple of times and knocked but she didn't answer. I know she's home. I spoke to her roommate and tried to persuade her to unlock the door but she didn't budge, she just left to her boyfriend's house. She wouldn't even go inside to check on Caroline. Maybe this is the best thing. Caroline finally sees the real me and realizes that I'm not a good guy. I was always so curious as to why she was never scared of me. But now I really scared her. I wanted her to know that I was bad news but not like this. Not by me killing her abusive ex right in front of her eyes.

After I dropped her off that night, I went back to the hospital and waited with Jaxin. The cops found me and brought me into the station. I showed them my license to carry and told them it was self defense. I didn't mention Caroline, I wanted to keep her out of it. They let me go.

"Let's just get outta here for a while," Jaxin says. Luckily his wound was an easy fix. He's feeling much better on the pain meds.

"I'm not leaving yet," I reply. Yet. I meant it. Once I see Caroline and see that she's okay, I have to leave. I'm not good for her. I'll admit that. I just have to see her before I leave. Tell her goodbye and apologize.

I drive to the mafia base and walk inside. I head upstairs. Derek is waiting in my office.

"Nice shot! I heard you got him right in the center of his chest cavity. Always a quick and easy kill," Derek says. He doesn't comment on my lack of amusement.

"I'm leaving soon," I tell him.

"Well yeah you're always gone," he replies.

"No, I'm leaving. For good. I'm not coming back," I restate. Derek's face drops.

"If you leave the mafia, you'll have a target on your back for the rest of your life Terrell. Even I can't change that," Derek says concerned.

"I don't give a fuck," I say sternly.

"You know your father left this for you. If you're trying to protect Caroline, then come run this mafia full time like you were supposed to. Stay downtown with us. You'll never see her if you don't go into town. She'd be stupid to show up here anyways. You'd be better off running this place than running from this place," Derek says as he gestures around the room.

I never wanted to be that guy. To be like my father. He ran this mafia like it was his family. Maybe it is, but that's not what I want. Maybe Derek has a point. I could run and feel sorry for myself and constantly be hunted or I can run this mafia like my father did and cut all ties with emotions. Maybe even forget Caroline even existed.

I leave and stop by Caroline's dorm. I sit outside and watch. I just want to see a light turn on, or a sound from the tv, or even the smoke alarm from her horrible cooking skills. I laugh softly to myself just thinking about her cooking. She was so bad at it, but she had all the confidence in the world.

After a solid twenty minutes, my eyes shoot to the window as I see the curtain pull back slightly. There she is. I see the corner of Caroline's face. She sees me too. She quickly drops the curtain and it shifts as it stills and covers the whole window. Relief pours over me as I know she's at least alive.

Caroline's P.O.V

I hear the engine of Terrell's truck. I've heard it every now and then for past few days. The engine turns off which tells me he's waiting outside. I wait for a knock on the door but it never comes. What is he doing out there? I stand and walk towards the window by the front door. I hesitate for a while before I finally pull the curtain back just enough so I can see out the window. There he is. He's sitting in his truck watching me. He looks awful. His curly black hair is messy on his head. Even from here I can see the bags under his eyes. We make eye contact and I quickly close the curtains. Shit. It's fine. As long as he doesn't come knocking on the door. Part of me was relieved that he was doing just as bad I was. Although I wasn't sure if I was doing this horrible over him killing someone or not being with him. I'm sure it's pretty even. I wish I could just run outside and leap into his arms. But he killed someone with such ease that only a monster would have. He didn't hesitate nor flinch at Daniel's body crashing to the floor or even the blood that poured out of him. He's done this countless times if he's this comfortable taking a human life. I remind myself of this every time I get the urge to pick up the phone and dial his number. I can pray over and over again, but at the end of the day, this is Terrell Clarricoates.